Novel & Cerita Darkness Father

“He’s your mate, how hard is it to submit to him, you stubborn child?” “BECAUSE I’M THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN HIM AND COMPLETE DAMNATION!” I yelled at my father and he seemed taken aback from my outburst. “If I give in to him, then he will have no reason to hold back from giving in to the darkness in his soul.”

That image of my father, the all-powerful king sitting there with his head in his hands, always remained… I’m about to turn away, but he doesn’t let me, pressing his lips against my forehead before looking into my eyes. “I know how it feels trying to fight the darkness that’s constantly trying to consume you. I’ve done things that I regret. I’ve killed people and hurt people, some that still carry those scars until this day. The guilt of it all won’t ever go away, but I’m trying every fucking day. I’m trying to be better. Your mother is my tether. She pulled me from the darkness that was drowning me…” He stops, his eyes glinting and he closes his eyes.

More authority than anyone I had ever met. What the hell? Maybe he is mafia material. David chucked again. His chuckle turned into an outburst of laughter. "You have no fear. I love it!" "Father, should we just get to business? Why you called Adam here?" I said. "Since when do you care about the business?" My father scowled at me. "Since right now." "Adam, you can relax now. David will not harm you or your woman," my father said. Adam didn't move a muscle, keeping his eyes on David.

Our four-year-old child slept peacefully in my arms, the golden mark on his forehead glowing brighter. Even in his sleep, he raised his hand, drawing the black hole’s energy toward himself. Lucas rode the stream of blue light and stood before my father’s digital face. “Moreno! My astral light is enough to devour your darkness!” A colossal clash erupted—blue light versus black void. Even the stars seemed to dim in fear. I watched as my father’s monstrous form began to crumble. “No! What have you done, Sophia? You would turn your own father to ashes in the void?” he screamed.

Only a night ago I had been battling haunting nightmares from the dark mist, and running from the grim reaper. Now I had a woman dying in my arms and I was more turned on than I had been in years! Any other wolf would have sworn never to enter The Darkness again after almost crossing Hades gates. But not me. I was different. My father used to say that I was born with the world clenched in my fist…only before he started hating me and saying instead that I was born under the world’s feet. “She’s going to live, she has to,” I breathed as we neared the towering black gates which yawned open mechanically, revealing the barren square with its high buildings and clear blue spring.

If anyone could see the darkness that had somehow interwoven itself with my soul, it was Evan, and not once did he ever turn away from me for it. He called it the hell in me—he wasn’t the first. My father used to chastise me whenever he thought I was straying from a righteous path. He said I had a piece of Hell in me, and that whenever I deviated from the path he set for me, I was letting the hell win. It’d been a long time since I lived by my father’s rules. Now someone else had seen the darkness in me, and I didn’t have to hide it. If Evan wanted my hell, I’d give it to him.

My father tried to steady me, tried to reassure me, tried to tell me it was just panic—but then the lantern flickered, and our meager ward shimmered, and the shadows at the edge of the room stretched as though something had brushed through them. My father went silent. And I knew— He felt it too. Not Damon. But the echo of him. “I told you,” I whispered through ragged breaths, clutching my father’s arm with bruising force. “He’s not a child. He’s not a wolf. He’s not anything we can kill.” My father swallowed hard, the sound thick with dread. “We need to leave again,” he whispered. I nodded vigorously, wiping my tears with a shaking hand. But deep down, beneath all the panic and desperation,

The Father of Shadows screamed, a sound of pure agony, as his form began to dissolve. No, he howled. This cannot be. I am eternal. I am darkness itself. You are nothing, Aria replied. You were nothing before the first, and you will be nothing after her. She gathered every drop of power she possessed, every ounce of light the first had given her, every bit of strength she had earned through months of suffering and growth. She poured it all into one final blow. The light consumed him. When it faded, the Father of Shadows was gone. The platform of bones stood empty. The darkness that had hung over the plain for millennia had vanished.

He saw his son being lifted higher and thrown to the side like a rag doll. Then, the dark figure stepped into the light. It looked like an old man, but with grotesque features that could only be described as inhuman. The father of the boy struggled once more to get up and was able to crawl to the door leading to the deck. The door burst open and he pushed himself to crawl out. Behind him, the dark figure approached, its eyes a brighter red. Just as the father of the boy was stepping out into the light, he was yanked violently backwards and the door was shut as his muffled cries were drowned by the wind and the waves.

DOMENIC'S POV. My father's scent was still prominent in the air. It hangs in the room like a reminder that he's still here, even though it doesn't seem so anymore. It's strange not to have him look at me with his piercing grey eyes the minute I walked into his room. He was always seated at his study table, watching whoever enters like a hawk. I always felt he could see through me and into my soul. My father; King Nicolas Darkshadow. One of the strongest vampire the supernatural world has ever seen. He has ruled the vampire kingdom for five hundred years, protected us when the shadow monsters thought they could bring our Kingdom to ruins.